EYES OF MY HEART

EYES OF MY HEART

While I was dong advanced academic study at the University of Arizona, I learned what I had been taught to suspect, that the tribal principle of itspo’e’otisi is ignored in all historic and legal recordings between indigenous and the colonizers. This is a tribal continent. Americans employ here every language (bastardized) on the European continent but ignores language and principles from this hemisphere. That is why it is necessary in America to tell lies in court after you swear to God you will be truthful, and after you are ordered to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

At this time we must review the meaning of itspo’e’otisi, mostly for those indigenous colonized by America and for those indigenous colonized by Spain, and, equally, the Supreme Courts of the land and the world.

Itspo’e’otisi is not a misspelling of something already misspelled, it is a meaning, within a spoken language. Attempts to translate living languages usually results in disappointment and despair for both sides. However, this is a term used to invite someone to view the purposes moving within the heart of the other and having that same opportunity for “other” to look into the first person’s heart, and seek avenues for both parties to know that honesty is the foundation of their intentions:

ITSPO’E’OTISI:

WHEN THE EYES OF MY HEART LOOK INTO THE EYES OF YOUR HEART SEEING ONLY GOOD, AND THE EYES OF YOUR HEART LOOK INTO THE EYES OF MY HEART SEEING ONLY GOOD, THEN THE WORDS BETWEEN US CAN ONLY BE GENUINE.

This concept is totally lacking in any endeavor where American law and American history abound. Anthropology and Linguistics have caused their fair share of damage, especially where linear thinking must be employed to some how translate a spoken language. Often the intentions of those recordings were noble, but, like Ramsey Bone Blake said, “They (Europeans) just don’t have understandings.”

When the Europeans first looked upon our dances and heard our songs they said that our songs were created by the devil and our dances were Satanic. Today their descendants view indigenous morning talks with the Great Universe Powers with askance and have not yet, with civility, inquired what it is that we do at dawn. Many will never experience the connections that we are instructed to maintain between the life-sweet spirit dwelling within all hearts and the Great Wonders of the vast universe.

As the old council instructed I entered the Supreme study of the hallowed University system to “Learn how to use words like bullets because that is the way America uses words against us.” Standing in the center of that arena I could clearly see how the Supreme Laws of the land were manipulated by the Supreme Court and the Congress as they united Supreme Thoughts while stealing thousands of Supreme square miles of homeland from the natives on this northern hemisphere, praising each other for their Supreme Accomplishments. I watched local land offices dole Supreme land titles of its own making to strangers and foreigners, while denying that the indigenous hold aboriginal title (internationally recognized) to that land, and that title is alive and yet dwells in the original people.

I discovered world laws twisted and distorted until the court system “found satisfaction under the law.” Whenever a land was invaded the law givers encouraged the foreigners to exclude human rights and to freely exchange land titles and to never think about honor, justice, or prior and original, indigenous rights to Aboriginal Title. At the same time the Supreme Halls of academia sent anthropologists out to prove that the Indigenous were trespassers, too, just in a prior sequence having stumbled to this hemisphere recently across the Bering Strait when water was at ebb, looking for something to kill. The Supreme Lying by the Supreme Congress and a variety of Supreme Administrators is yet thick, hegemonic and billowing like black smog over the Great American stratosphere, yet the clouds of political pollution continues to be invisible to the World Court system, a system of law comfortably residing thousands of miles away from this hemisphere at the World Court of Justice, Den Haag. These activities convinced my people that, yes, justice is blind but it is also deaf, dumb, and courting dishonesty in a variety of horrid flavors.

I also found that the same laws that chastised and damaged natives were often protective of the invading foreign hordes. Why? How? How could the law not find one invading, trespassing foreigner violating any law, but native children, by simply breathing, were an obstacle that could only be overcome by powerful acts of aggravated mutilation finalized in arson to the village and to the landscape. The urgency in my old tribal council rang loudly in my ears, “You must learn how to use words like bullets.”

Then I thumbed through volumes of “American” and “World” histories seeing how Democracy employed “Manifest Destiny” (“manifest” and “destiny” were doodled together on a napkin in a coffee shop by a newspaper man needing a subject for an editorial) as a “doctrine” to excuse Europeans for invading and assaulting natives throughout the world, and to justify nefarious deeds centuries before Manifest Destiny was simply a spliced news topic in an editorial column in St. Louis, Missouri, USA.

The degree of world destruction was alarming. I closed a hefty volume and meandered in the sunshine and warmth of a spring day. The day was pleasant. My thoughts were alarmed. I thought how sweet life could be if only invading societies in history would have taken the time to employ itspo’e’otisi as the natives practiced it. Liberty and Justice then would be pleasant, instead of being confused. abused and angry. Wars and conflict would never have been born, and Democracy would never have matured into the foundation of world conflict, but would be a medication for us all.

My thoughts about Hollywood, history, and genocide are for another day, not for today.

Sul’ma’ejote